Two Thursdays ago, I'd almost been fucked, the thought intriguing me since. The man whose sexy cock I'd sucked off after much mutual delight said, among a number of things, he was a regular Thursday visitor. Meaning that for the first time in my years of enjoying anonymous gay sex, I was actually hoping to meet a man. Not that an actual date had been fixed, of course. Or that we could miss each, having sex with strangers in different areas of the sauna, as we were both sluts who loved sex with men.
I arrived several minutes early, with another man already standing at the door. He rang twice before asking me the time. Not having a watch, I said still a couple of minutes before three, based on the car's clock and how long it took to walk to the sauna entrance. Another man was behind me when the door was opened, and we went in, paying in turn.
After changing quickly, I ordered a beer, then headed upstairs with my black bag. The level was completely empty, with uninteresting porn playing. My exploration even included the maze section, being extremely careful not to run into anything.
Going downstairs, I made sure the camera remained discrete on the lounger before going to the shower area. One man was in the Finnish sauna, but apart from him, no one was downstairs, apparently. This was starting to become a bit strange, considering the steady stream of visitors, even if apparent evidence showed that belief wrong.
Before putting the camera and poppers away in the locker, I went upstairs, finding it empty. An unfortunate circumstance, as the porn of three men rimming, two rimming the other in turn, was extremely exciting. Recalling that part of what had made my last visit so memorable was getting gloriously rimmed, in several positions. The porn portrayed a scene I'd never imagined, though it was seductively appealing seeing it happen on the screen, laying on a platform naked, playing with my extended cock, door open for any man to see or enter.
Without hearing even a step the entire time. After the rimming transitioned into fucking, I took up my towel. Wrapping it poorly, as generally customary, I went to my locker (and yes, I'd laughed a bit when I saw the number was '69'), putting away everything but two condoms and a packet of lube.
Downstairs, at least a few towels were in evidence. A couple of men were sitting in the fountaining whirlpool, whose splashing seemed worse than normal.
Two men were in the dry Finnish sauna birch benches on their towels, with a couple of towels sitting in the cubbyholes. The steam room was quite hot, though comparatively dry, I noticed. One man was near the entrance, another on the left rear bench corner, with an almost couple in the middle. Heading towards the dark section, seeing a man at the entrance to the shower, the sounds of extremely explicit sex were coming from the back.
Cautiously entering the dim passage, the presence of male lust growing enticingly erotic. One if not two groups, apparently, figures resolving in my adapting sight. A pair, though motions and sounds continuing to make me believe a third man must have been involved. I walked around them, getting hard, slippery wet sounds still making me wonder about cock sucking.
Or fucking, though their darkly illuminated face to face stance made it unlikely, even if other forms of pleasure were easy to imagine. Both were fairly equal in height, matching my own. Touching my swelling cock, I swept an arm slowly through the dark corner. Finding no one, I began to watch from the blackness. The dim light let me see their kissing and thrusting, wrapped in steamy darkness. Returning approximately to where I'd started, deciding that truly, the two men were alone. Meaning that their sounding like 5 horny men getting off together was truly unusual.
Including its effect on me, moving coyly closer, shadowed bodies humping cock to cock. The man to my left easily reached out, quickly finding my cock. Sighing, moving a half step, left hand sliding over his chest, the space filling with an unusual scent, or its lack, different from the usual perfumed note of pine.
The man on the other side joined in, his hand running over my chest. My other hand began to fondle his smooth ass, soon going around his thigh, fingers feeling his sack. Both men were playing with my cock, the one on the right having licked his finger before centering it at the tip of my cock. The intense pleasure bordered on pain, until he spread pre-cum over my cock head, changing the sensations away from their sharp focus.
Stroking his cock along with the other man's, feeling his hand withdraw, I heard the sound of someone inhaling. Followed by the first time I've ever noticed rush from smell alone. Admittedly, this was a poor environment, the heat and humidity taking a real toll on a bottle's potency. Realizing that poppers could be used in the steamroom, my immediate response was to bring their stiff cocks together, knowing that no experienced poppers slut was going to do just one hit. And wanting to share.
My left hand rose to play with the nipples of the man with the bottle, as the other man stroked my length, his grip tightening in rhythm with his cock sliding between my fingers and a stranger's hardness. Staying like this until the temptation to cum subsided enough to catch another wave, hearing the bottle being opened again.
For the first time in all my years visiting these baths, I was experiencing what it must have been like at a gay sauna in the late 70s. The same era I discovered rush with my first girlfriend, having read about 'locker room aroma' in Playboy. Overlaid with later learned attendant cautions and concerns, even if they were barely affecting my lust here. Though the two condoms in my left hand, and the wrist key, were starting to interfere a bit as we caressed each other, jacking off. Leading me to start sucking his nipple, hand roaming over his ass.
The other concern was whether poppers were allowed here at all, something as uncertain as using a camera. But much like taking pictures, not getting caught was a valid solution - and they weren't my poppers anyways. Further, upstairs is a place where poppers are used everywhere, so it isn't as if poppers themselves were a problem.
The man I'd been jacking off moved away, my free hand quickly finding the other man's sexy cock. My fingers circled its shaft, guiding it towards an open mouth, feeling a stranger's wet lips begin to go along another stranger's rigid rod. My own cock was sliding over the sucked man's sweaty thigh, impossible to resist as I lightly chewed at his nipple.
My hand had been pushed down pretty much the entire cock length, leaving just enough space for my circled thumb and forefinger to change the skin tension along the sucked man's throbbing shaft.
